Scruples, Temptations, And Fears, And Cutting Perplexities

How Sweet It Is To Love, And To Be Dissolved, And As It Were To Bathe Myself In Thy Love.

Carry The Cross Patiently, And With Perfect Submission; And In The End It Shall Carry You.

Thou Art My Glory And The Exultation Of Y Heart: Thou Art My Hope And Refuge In The Day Of My Trouble.

He Rides Pleasantly Enough Whom The Grace Of God Carries.

Love Wakes Much And Sleeps Little And, In Sleeping, Does Not Sleep. It Faints Is Not Weary; It Is Restricted In Its Liberty And Is Great Freedom. It Sees Reasons To Fear And Does Not Fear, But, Like An Ember Or A Spark Of Fire, Flames Always Upward, By The Fervor Of Its Love, Toward God, And Through The Special Help Of Grace Is Delivered From All Perils And Dangers